Bab 117: Peace and Stability (1)

"Cha!"

On the gray-yellowish mountain path, dust and stones were sent flying into the air by hooves. An athletic horse raced along the path, leaving gusts of wind which forced the wild grass growing alongside down in its wake.

Sweat broke out profusely on the back of the masked rider dressed in black athletic robes. Green veins popped up on his forehead. His back had long since been soaked through and through.

"Hit!" A sudden growl rang out.

A black stone shot towards him from his side with great force, landing squarely on his left shoulder.

With a thud, the rider was knocked off his horse.

"Neigh~~!"

The horse neighed loudly and fled in fright, leaving behind its fallen rider who was struggling to get back on his feet.

"Bam!"

A large foot in a riding shoe stepped mercilessly on his shoulder, pinning him down on the ground again.